IN THE SNOW.
Brave little robins,
Cheerily singing,
Fear not the snow-storms
Winter is bringing.
Each to the other
Music is making,
Courage and comfort
Giving and taking.
"What," cries Cock Robin,
"Matters the weather,
Since we can always
Bear it together?"
"Sweet," his mate answers,
Ever brave-hearted,
"None need be pitied
Till they are parted."
On the other side of the Atlantic, the little boys used not to celebrate Christmas by blowing unmelodious horns. They would assemble in gangs before their elder friends, and sing such Christmas Carols as the following, which seldom failed to bring the coveted Christmas gift:
"God save you, merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Christ Our Lord and Saviour
Was born on Christmas Day."